My brother's best friend comes to our house one day when I was like 16 and had a brand spankin new 2005 r6. I thought it was the sexiest thing I had ever laid eyes on. Never really though about bikes too much before that, ya know? Just thought they were kinda cool, but didn't put much thought into it.
Soon enough my brother's friend got sick of riding only a bike and wanted a car, so he sold it to my brother for $7k. My brother never learned how to ride it and it sat in the garage collecting dust. His buddy came over one night and they asked if I wanted to learn how to ride it since I always gawked at it in the garage like a little child, so I of course said. Instantly fell in love.
The second time I rode that bike I wrecked it going about 10 mph. I downshifted from 2nd to 1st mid turn and it just tipped, but I was fine and that didn't stop me!! My brother was in the army and got moved across the country and let me continue to ride the r6 since I didn't have a car of my own. It became more than a mode of transportation, it was an addiction, and a bad one at that.
My brother moved back to Texas and didn't want to be away from that r6 anymore, so he took it back. I felt a little piece of myself die that day. I didn't have the money to buy a bike of my own, so I went from mid 2009 until august 2011 without riding. Every time I saw a bike I couldn't help but stare and lust from a distance. I tried not to think about riding, but it took me over. I dreamed about riding for the first few weeks the bike was gone. A passion had been ingrained into my DNA forever. One that my kids will surely inherit.
When I started riding again in August, I did it legit this time. Took the MSF course, bought my gear before the bike, did it 100% legal. I had to. Being in the navy I was left without a choice. I had a car that I sold to feed this eternal addiction. It was slow and guzzled gas like crazy. Didn't have that high performance attitude, that ache for more speed, the smell. Nothing will ever compare to this sport. Once you're in it, you're in it for good. I'll ride until the day I die or the day my body wont let me. If the latter, I'd almost rather not live.
Live to ride, ride to live.
Me at 16 with my neice and nephew sitting on the r6 before I ever learned how to ride.
That same r6 in my college apartment parking lot. She's a beauty.
And finally my new ride. 2006 CBR600rr